Seems Rob was worried that Helen wasn’t answering his texts, so he wanted to come in person to check she was okay.

[Helen] “Why, so you can feel less guilty about using me?”

[Rob] “I was not using you.”

[Helen] “I don’t know what you expect of me.”

Rob wants Helen to realise that she means so much to him. But Helen’s not buying it.

[Helen] “I want no part of this, of your games. Leave me alone, Rob.”

And she chucks him out of the shop.

About time!

Joe sounds cheery

Though still irritated that he can’t get around as easily as before, Jim’s plan to cheer Joe up by taking him to the community orchard seems to have done the trick.

[Joe] “This flaming stick, is like an albatross round me neck.”

Jim reminds Joe that they’re in no hurry.

[Joe] “Don’t you worry about me prof, there’s a bit of life left in me yet.”

That’s an improvement on Joe being sure he’d drop dead any moment!

Joe’s delighted to see that the tree he planted over 50 years ago is still standing strong, and producing the apples he’s been harvesting every year since. He gets his Borsestshire Beauty apples from it. And encourages Jim to have a wee bite.

Ah – that was a wee jest from Joe. It’s a sharp, bitter apple – perfect for cider making.

Good to hear Joe getting back to his naughty ways.

Joe is pleased at being out. And even reckons his arm isn’t hurting him too badly.

[Joe] “But it isn’t too good neither.”

Jim suggests that take a wee visit to Wesley Walker’s cider microbrewery next week. Seems Walter (whoever he is) even has Red Normans. Joe’s not so sure about that. Or about even being at Apple Day.